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Chapter 2

Blessed
Added Fri Mar 23 08:17:34 2018 at level 7:

Vanedyl regained consciousness some time later that evening.
Coming too with his nose filled with the smell of his burned out
home, he crawled to the remains of his porch steps, the heat
blistering his face. As he gazed up, his parents bodies were
little more than ash. He cried there then for a time as the
sun sank below the horizon.

Falling night brought him back to his senses. Vanedyl worried
that more people might come, went to the barn and gathered
up a small sack with some grain to chew on, and a small blanket
and he moved off into the woods. Dark as it was, quickly the
boy lost his way. Unsure where he was, there in the dark,
he finally sat on a fallen log, listless and dead inside.

Then came the words again quiet, but resolute, "Blessed are
the Lost." Then, the boy started to look around, and as
he did, he began recognizing useful things about the
area around him. His parent, had taught the boy from the
time he could walk, the ways of the woods, and such. But
he felt there was something more, something that he was
missing. That night, the words, they held meaning more
than anything he had ever experienced. He may be lost,
he may have lost his parents, but it was that Loss that
he would embrace, to learn from, to help it to shape him.

That night, there, lost in the light of the moon, he
became one with both. Opening his eyes, he was not overly
startled to see several of the nocturnal creatures of the
wood sitting around him, gazing at him inquisitively.